eruptions take me
to the birthing of venus.
"look what you could be
if only you wanted to be
that badly."
i do not know, and i was not
born inside a sea shell, and i
was not born bursting out of
my fathers head with wisdom
and courage built in.
i am not courageous.
my fear limits and contorts
me, warping my body into infinity.
take me to the birthing of venus
so i can see, exactly what i could be
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